"It is the only thing to do," agreed the famous warrior, Sitting Eagle.
They watched anxiously as the scout turned his pony down the ridge, and rode to meet Little Raven. The distance made positive identification difficult, but most of them agreed that it was Lean Wolf. When the two riders finally met, the members of the war party watched them with breathless interest. They also watched the plain in all directions for the sudden appearance of foes. Then the warriors who had been loitering in the rear overtook them.
"What has happened?" they inquired anxiously. "Who is over there?"
"Lean Wolf has made the danger signal," explained their comrades. "Little Raven has gone over to find out about it. Did you see anything?"
"We saw some wolves," replied the scouts.
"Perhaps they were Pawnees," suggested Sun Bird.
"No, we saw them running on the plain, and they were wolves," declared High Hawk, one of the warriors who had composed the rear guard.
"See, Little Raven is coming back," White Otter told Sun Bird. "He is riding fast. He has something to tell us."
"Lean Wolf has gone back to the ridge," said Sun Bird.
They waited impatiently as Little Raven rode toward them at top speed. In the meantime the other rider was cantering toward the ridge. When he reached it he rode up the low slope and disappeared over the summit.